When I was twelve... or thirteen, it doesn’t matter. I went to Bat.
Dad, what a fucking thing. My friends all have motorcycles, and I’m like a cowboy, chasing on an “orange.” Could you give me that thing? We went to the Riga-11 store. You make no bad money. and UPS! I probably thought so then. The boy recently asked for the iPhone, this is from his words and it was a hint. In fact, I said, Dad, I really want a motorcycle. My father looked at me very carefully.
Maybe it is time. You are a grown-up boy, and girls will have something to ride on. I will think. I hardly slept that night. A brilliant motorcycle, blinking at me at one end of the room, then at the other. It smelled like gasoline when I was driving it. When are you on winter vacation? Right after the New Year. That’s when we decide – coming from work, remembered our conversation, dad.
I did not sleep for a few more nights. Rather, I slept, but the dream was confused because of the motorcycle, he started, or not. All shit with the experiences. I didn’t have time to eat the Christmas presents as the holidays came. I looked closely at Betty.
Yes, my son, I remember it. Everything is already decided. Go to. I went to the store, but I found myself in the kindergarten. I didn’t understand where the motorcycles came from, even when we opened the stove and followed to the chief. So show it! When he greeted her, her father addressed her. And she took us to the cottage. I haven’t seen so many berries ever before, so in vain I tried to look after them by a motorcycle.
These are the six parts, which are four parts, which the head of a purge carried. There was also a noise on the street.
- Okay, I understood, - said the father and led the chief with a long look. Now I know what was there to carry. But then he distracted and asked me, and you understood it? - I did not understand them, of course, but in order not to get a backbone, unclearly something was wandered for the case. Now I will show you everything and explain it. Wait here. My father went to the cottage. I came back with the railroads, but not from the motorcycle. It is difficult to confuse the iron cliff, quavalda and column with the means of transportation.
Generally speaking, I was there for two full weeks, I can say without spreading my back. By the end of the second, I just scattered the chopsticks already in the folds. Added home by myself. My father grabbed my shoulder and calmed me.
Nothing, nothing is anything. Don’t forget to go to work tomorrow at eight. I fell asleep under those words.
But on the last day of the holidays, the father broke into his pocket and pulled out a hundred and forty-five rubles. That was the cost of the motorcycle. Do not argue with me. This amount was printed on my hands in the form of a mole.
Good things are forgotten quickly, especially in the summer and on the motorbike. on a new motorcycle. So one day when I walked into the house, I saw a battu on the doorstep.
As a child, are you riding? He asked him. I affirmatively nodded my head, and the girl is riding? I unreasonably shrugged my shoulders. I already then felt a bit of a smell here, but until now I did not understand where and therefore did not open my mouth again. - I wanted to ask you, there is Nikolai, well you know him, brought from Japan the Sony magnetophone, offers. Do we need him? And here I am like that crown with cheese.
It was a trap or a trap, I didn’t get it out until the end. And when? From morning until late at night, I was riding my motorcycle to the new houses, which I carefully wrapped inside with a blade under the plaster. Five two-apartment three-room houses, along with hallways and kitchens. They stood up and sat down, and I beat, regardless of anything. All the summer. All Japanese companies, including Sony, are damned. Until she played in my room. It was hard not to appreciate the sound. I listened to either the Beatles or Credence, and I was almost happy if The Change hadn’t broken. This is a camera, if anyone does not know.
“Of course,” I was thinking, “it’s not the Fed, and even less Zenit, that you’re photographing it. My thoughts interrupted my father.
Do you want to take photography seriously? When he approached and silenced the magnet, he asked. But I was already experienced.
Oh yes no! Well, his foolishness, it bothered me with that. It is not mine.
“Well, yeah,” he cried, “and we wanted to give you Zenit for the new year. Or maybe even before. But there is no court.
Well, if Zenit, it could be, of course, - realizing that I was flying over Paris again like a faner, I was trying to correct the situation, - I am in principle not against.
“Well, we agreed, so we’ll give you Zenit, only that, the autumn holidays are short, but I’ll pick you something. On a photo amplifier, baths, glitter, you will probably earn yourself?
I also told Patsano what I’d think about the iPhone. I wonder if I could tell him that by the time I was fifteen I had everything a boy could have dreamed of at the time.